Published November 12, 2013 by April Fox

All these catastrophic mannequins
decked out in their despair, cheap plastic
mock porcelain limbs bent, paint skin
cracked, lacquer smiles chapped and festering
at the corners,
vacant eyes trapped under wondering brows, smooth
neuter breasts and balls bared
under torn clothing
peering out of spit-slick windows, greasy with the
residue of the tossed out dreams of passers-by
splattered on the sidewalk as they rushed past
on their way to somewhere
they never had to be
fingers broken, nails chipped off and lying on the floor
near Egyptian feet, toe creases peeling
away, suspended on metal rods
keeping them there, stuck
screaming open dumb mouths
beg for fire.

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